
literally about shoes. ha, it's not really something i would regularly write. but why not write something silly?
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 53 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 07-21-09 - id: 2699722
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my shoes aren't suede or blue,
or red that you click one, two..
they're worn, and old,
but still feel brand new,
because i will see the world
in my old canvas shoes.
they first day i met you,
i knew i could not forget you,
or those torn canvas shoes.
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